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Like a mad beast, Fidi launched a fierce attack on Sigma with his deformed body.

More flesh and blood tentacles split out from his body. Although there was a golden aura lingering on the surface, as if it was the blessing of divine power, the stench and resentment emanating from his body became increasingly strong and nauseating.

The stench was like a corpse that had been rotting for thousands of years, mixed with the pungent smell of blood, filling the entire space; the resentment was like a solid black smoke, swirling around him, as if condensing the pain and unwillingness of countless wronged souls.

Sigma was beaten all over by Fidi under this violent attack.

Blood continued to flow out from the wounds on his body, staining his clothes red and dripping onto the ground.

Tennyson retreated in horror when he saw this scene. He was not scared by Fidi. To him, Fidi was just a fool who had no brains and only knew strength.

Fidi, however, shouted excitedly, his voice sharp and crazy: "Power, this is power! No one can stop me! I am really too strong!"

What really frightened him was Sigma. Didn't that idiot Fidi realize that his full-strength attack could only leave shallow wounds on Sigma!

However, just as Fidi finished saying this in triumph, something unexpected happened.

He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his arm, and the next second, his arm broke without any warning, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

Fiddy was stunned, his eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

But then, dense blood vessels and tiny tentacles quickly stretched out from the broken part, and like a hungry snake, quickly reconnected the broken arm to the body.

Fidi didn't dare to stay any longer, and quickly retreated away from Sigma. His pupils shrank sharply, as if he had encountered an earthquake, and his heart was filled with fear.

He really couldn't understand what had just happened.

Sigma, covered in wounds and blood, looked down at the shriveled "father" in his arms.

Count Pluck called out the names of Sigma, Fidi and Tennyson in turn in a voice so hoarse and weak that it was almost inaudible.

Then, he uttered a name softly: "Dariana..."

Sigma's whole body trembled when he heard the name.

This was his mother's name. In this chaotic and crazy scene, hearing his father mention his mother, a complex emotion surged in his heart.

"You are tired, father. It's time to rest." Sigma said softly, with a rare hint of tenderness and compassion in his tone.

Yes, although everything before his eyes was full of falsehood and absurdity, his father’s love for himself, his mother, and his brothers was so real, as if it had passed through layers of fog and lies and reached deep into Sigma’s heart.

Sigma gently hugged this "fake father", as if he wanted to keep this last warmth forever.

In Sigmar's arms, Count Prucker's body gradually turned into black ash, slowly dissipating like soft smoke. No, it should be said that it merged into his body, as if his father's love and will had become one with Sigmar.

The fake Count Prucker, who was transformed by the "cancer of the flesh", although his body is not real, carries real memories.

After Sigma absorbed it, the most profound memory, like a delicate painting, slowly unfolded in his mind:

In the picture, Count Prucker, with some trepidation, softly asked the woman in front of him: "Aren't you afraid of my face?"

The woman had clean, clear eyes, without a trace of disgust. She responded gently, "Why should you be afraid? Lord, you are a good person, aren't you?"

This kind of look was pure and kind, a look that had never been seen in the eyes of the first and second wives.

Then, Count Prucker in the picture looked at the young Sigma and said lovingly: "Sigma, you have the same eyes as your mother—"

Sigma slowly stood up, and the wounds on his body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The black mist lingering around him was like a flexible silk thread, gently weaving and quickly restoring his torn clothes.

At this moment, he stood tall and straight with a calm look in his eyes.

He first looked at Fiddy, then turned his gaze to Tennyson, with only a grayish look of pity in his eyes, as if the two people in front of him were just pitiful creatures who were about to disappear.

Fidi hated Sigma's look the most, as if he was so unbearable in his eyes.

He roared angrily, his voice sharp and raspy with extreme irritation: "Don't look at me like that! Who do you think you are?"

Sigma turned a deaf ear to Fidi's shouting and walked straight towards where his sister was.

When Fiddy saw that Sigma dared to ignore him, the anger in his heart instantly reached its peak and he became even more angry.

He rushed towards Sigma like a mad beast, with a wisp of gray-black mist floating on his body.

A twisted, wicked grin spread across his face as he said viciously, "Sigma, I don't know what shameful means you've employed, but in this forbidden magic realm, none of your ridiculous tricks will be of any use! You're dead today!"

"Forbidden Magic Field?" Sigma's heart trembled. He keenly sensed the gray-black mist surrounding him. This power was so familiar, it instantly reminded him of the incident at the Magic Mountain Range. He had felt this power before. Within this field, magic power was completely suppressed. It was as if he had lost all support and became incomparably weak...

"So, brother, you have no talent at all..." Sigma looked at the crazy Fidi who was rushing towards him, his heart was surprisingly calm, and his thoughts surged like a tide.

Ever since Merlin announced the information about the Ancient God Cult, the so-called forbidden magic area was nothing more than an aura released by those "incompetent" people who could never reach the fifth level in their lifetime, using the power of the ancient gods to suppress the magic power. In fact, it was not a real area at all.

Just look at the attack methods of these guys using the forbidden magic field and you will know that they can only rely on their deformed bodies to attack and cannot cast magic at all.

Sigma couldn't help but smile bitterly as he thought about the memories of the past.

The first and second wives always said that they could not compare with the eldest and second brothers, and they belittled themselves all the time. I used to think so too.

But what was the reality? During those arduous sword training and complex magic training, he always tried his best to learn and conscientiously completed the "homework" assigned by the teacher.

And what about my eldest brother and second brother?

Sigma thought about it carefully and realized that he had hardly ever seen them complete the tasks assigned by the teacher.

Are they lazy? Do they just not want to? Neither. The fundamental reason is that they simply can't do it...

No wonder the first and second wives couldn’t tolerate me. Things like talent and ability have been so unfair since birth.

Sigma looked at his elder brother, who was already close at hand, and whispered, "The field is expanding—"